_Fri._ Like a red Morning, Friend; which still foretels a stormy Day to follow--And now I well observe your Face, me-thinks it waxes pale, there's Death in it already. _Bon._ How, _Friendly_, do you then take me for a Coward? My Face look pale, and Death in it already? By Heav'n, shou'd any but my _Friendly_ dare to tell me what thou hast said, my Sword shou'd ram the base Affront down the curst Villain's Throat. But you are my Friend, and I must only chide your Error. But prethee tell me who is it you are to fight with, for as yet I am ignorant both of the Cause and Person. _Fri._ Ha, his Name! Did you enquire his Name? _Bon._ Yes. _Fri._ I dare not yet reveal it for fear of---- _Bon._ For fear of what? _Fri._ O Confusion! I know not what to say! _Bon._ How, afraid to tell his Name? Then I begin to doubt the Justice of your Quarrel. _Fri._ Too well you may, for by yon' setting Sun, that Globe of heavenly Light I swear, I come to kill the only Man that strives to save my Life--Man did I say? Nay more than common Man, for those the World abound with; but such a Man besides, all this vast Land affords not. _Bon._ By this your large Encomium of your Friend, I'm afraid 'twas Wine first made your Quarrel, and thereupon this Challenge did ensue. _Fri._ O no! I call the Powers above to witness, that in all the Course of our unhappy Friendship, I to my knowledg never did receive the least Affront or Injury from him. _Bon._ How came this Challenge then? _Fri._ O dear Friend, the noblest that Man cou'd ever boast of: [_embraces him_] When first my rigid Fate threw on me this Command to fight, I had recourse to many whom I always thought my Friends; but when the Touchstone of my Danger try'd 'em, I found 'em like the cursed Fruit of _Sodom_, fair without, but rotten at the Heart: But then I found out _Bonvile_, my only dearest Friend. _Bonvile_ no sooner heard of my Engagement, but flew unto my Succour with as much Bravery, as a great General hastned by Alarms, marches to meet the Foe: You left your Nuptial Bed perhaps to meet your Death. O unheard-of Friendship! My Father gave me Life, 'tis true; but you, my Friend, support my Honour. All this for me, while I, ungrateful Man, thus seek your Life: For to my eternal Horror be it spoke, you are the Man whom I come here to kill. _Bon._ Ha! _Fri._ Too true alas! there read the Warrant for your Death. [_Gives him the Letter._] _Bon._ 'Tis a Woman's Hand. _Fri._ Yes, and a bad One too, they all speak fair, write foul, but mean worse. _Bon._ How! kill me? Sure, I dream, and this is all Delusion, or else thou dost it only to try thy Friend. _Fri._ O, from my Soul, I wish it were no more. But read, read on, see how I'm fetter'd in a _Circe's_ Charms--I love beyond Imagination, love even to Madness, and must as madly do a Deed will damn me to the hottest Flames of Hell. _Bon._ And woo't thou kill thy Friend for such a Woman?